Colorado City Child
born into the maelstrom
where false prophets decreed
illegalities, debauchery
for their self-serving greed
pedophiliac demons enslaved
erased your personality
corrupted your soul
laid waste to your remote community
its beauty fenced, unhealthy, unwhole
Colorado City child!
your life’s moment is at hand
may you have the strength
to rise above
to fully understand
i pray you never settle
that you one day have enough
transcend such so-called religions
banish them from earth
collect your life’s precious pieces
reassemble your boundless worth
until then your mothers know
the price already paid
for lives on hold way too long
for stolen moments, for joy delayed
false leaders rightly arraigned
incarcerated and chained
Celebrate your new salvation!
a Creeker’s transformation
long may you fly
may your tears sanctify
their every wrong
their every lie
Brooks Bradbury 